Hard Times
Alexander, Age 12, Richmond, CA
                      Beneath the freeway
Where I donít pay rent
Itís really not a house
Itís more like a tent
No roof, no doors
No water, no heat
No food in my stomach
No bread, rice, or meat

Sometimes I stroll
From place to place
Finding other shelter
Becomes a rat race

Iím forced to move out
Every week
Carrying heavy stuff
Trying to take a rest
Itís rough to take a break
But I canít give up
I need money to buy supplies
Because there are lots of lies

Hearing people laugh
They canít stop looking at me
People donít know what itís like being poor
Asking and asking people for money
They ignore me more than once
A lot of greed
In this city
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